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About Naples

Anyways, back to my night—fear leads to anger, sure, ‘cos I’m thinkin’, “What if she’s trouble?” Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty, total mess, me. She saunters over, all sass, goes, “You lost, old man?” Old man?! I’m 30, bitch! Laughed my ass off, tho—she had guts. “The prince is coming,” I joke, quotin’ the movie, ‘cos why not? She rolls her eyes, says, “Prince of cash, maybe.” Smartass! Liked her, I did—spunky, not broken.

Tarquinia, mercato della prostituzione: il cerchio si stringe

Tarquinia. L’unico in centro, a pochi passi dal Museo e dalla Necropoli Etrusca, in una posizione panoramica mozzafiato. Gestito dal direttamente dalla proprietà con 52 camere .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Nose in Tarquinia is no joke. I woke up, and the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s October! I thought we were done with the heat. Anyway, I hit the streets, and first stop? Via Garibaldi. Love that street, but today? Ugh, it was packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they were in a freakin’ fashion show.

Fig. 17: Drawing of two nude winged youths from the Tomb of the Maiden,...